Our Battle [ OffGun ]

Prologue

Gun👶

My life has been measurable since I was 8 years old. I want to be happy again, like I was before. I worked hard and endured all the pain.

But why am I still trapped in the past?

'I'm tired' are the words I want to say to my dead parents. My life is full of lies. I want to be free, happy, and loved. I don't think I can get out of this prison life.

Death is the only way for me to escape this suffering.

I am tired. I feel empty and broken. I can no longer understand what happened to me. Sometimes, I feel like maybe I'm in a novel and I'm one of those side characters. Sometimes, I wish it wasn't true or that it was just a dream that, when I woke up, I would forget.

Depression and anxiety are hard to fight. In order for me to escape this even for a moment, I always bury myself in the bulging work in the kitchen. I cook delicious meals for our pack.

How much patience do you have with the people who killed your parents and caused your suffering in this world? Me? I was so angry with them. I swear they will pay for what they did to my family.
I want to take revenge on them.

My parents died when I was young, just for the trivial reason that both my parents were 'omega'. They burned down our house while my father was inside. My father didn't get out alive, and mom and I watched the whole incident in the distance, hoping that a miracle would happen and that my father would survive.

But destiny is playful.

They saw us and chased after us. They are not yet satisfied that they killed my father; they want to kill us all. I still remember those times when my mother sacrificed her life for me. My mother fought the pack, which rejected us and killed my father. I still remember how my mother begged in front of me that I should leave her and run to survive.

It's against my will to leave my mother, who is fighting alone, just so I can survive. I obeyed my mother's order and ran until I fainted. But I will be very grateful for the times I fainted in the middle of the forest owned by the Dark Lotus Pack.

I was 8 years old at the time when Alpha and Luna of the Dark Lotus Pack adopted me. They were kind, but the other people living in the pack house were not. I'm often bullied just because I haven't been able to transform into a wolf form.

The truth is that I'm 17 years old now, but I still don't have the abilities that werewolves have, and I don't know what my rank is-alpha, beta, or Omega.

My life is like hell.

The past haunts me every night, but I got used to it as time went on. Not everything has been easy for me, but I can do nothing but fight all the obstacles in my life alone.

I don't have a wolf yet. I'm afraid that my mate will reject me because of my condition without a wolf and because my rank is still unknown.

Will they accept me?

I always pray to the moon goddess that she will hear all my grievances in life. I'm so tired of my life that I always sleep with a lot of bruises on my body because I'm weak and I can't defend myself against others.

For them, I am just a worthless human being.

I once wished I could just die, but I also think that I have not avenged the deaths of my parents. But now I think I'm going to die. I received many wounds earlier because I was accused of stealing Luna's magical ring.

They beat me until they were satisfied.

Alpha and Luna didn't believe me; I wasn't the one who stole the magical ring, and they believed Mild, who was telling the truth, that I was the one who stole it.

"Gun! Open the door! Can you hear me?

"I've been calling you before, but you're not answering!

I felt my heartbeat slow down, and my vision gradually darkened.

"Please, I'm begging you. Open the door so I can treat you." New's voice was trembling. I knew he was crying. I wanted to approach him and hug him, but I no longer had the strength.

"GUN?!"

"I-im.. S-sorry Ne-"